East and west
Right and left
Never will there be a greater void
Than the one created through those that are too poised

If I tell you where my unkempt sneakers have been
will you still stay the night and caress my skin?
If I tell you what my wide brown eyes have seen
will you still want to learn about what resides between?

there's no cures,
no hopes,
no hi's, nor bye's..
there's not really much left to say then is there-
so why do i try?
why do i reach for words just out of reach,
why haven't i let it go?
why do i wonder so-
wander so?
what am i looking for?
i have what i want, i have what i need,
i have the joy i sought so sorely so,
i have my grasp on a future,
no longer so futile..
and yet
guilt clouds my mind.
i wish so badly that i could take what you gave,
that i could scatter my seeds amongst the many already strewn,
intertwine my life into the fabric of yours,
and be happy doing it.
but i wasn't happy, i was empty
and your pieces didn't fit quite right,
despite how hard i tried..
because i did try,
oh how i tried.

i just wish i hadn't
poisoned the medicine maker.

things I hate:

me

things that make me hate me:

you

ride out into empty highways,
headlights off, windows down

let the eternity contained in the heavens
guide your way-
trace the footsteps of millennia

paint your life outside the lines,
let chasms overfill with your blood
before you give in

we live in a box
with endless walls and tiny windows
unseen beings
lurking in the creeks
of despair and desperation
whilst barrows of bodies
whisked away and turned to
ash that soils the otherwise
spotless home you've made
within the cell...
ular confines of existence